Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sweden and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Grandmaster Flash to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Cluster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Accadde A,
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hashim,
Bang On A Can,
Howard Jones,
The Sonics,
Groovy Waters,
Minutemen,
Jawbox,
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker,
Magazine,
John Coltrane,
Gang of Four,
Sex Pistols,
the Normal,
Lower 48,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lalann,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Barracudas,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry's Kids,
Connie Case,
Hot Snakes,
Scratch Acid,
New York Dolls,
Tommy Roe,
The Golliwogs,
Hoover,
Flamin' Groovies,
Todd Terry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fela Kuti,
CMW,
the Swans,
Toni Rubio,
Animal Collective,
Grauzone,
Lou Christie,
World's Most,
Cymande,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Certain Ratio,
Section 25,
Funkadelic,
The Real Kids,
Model 500,
Avey Tare,
Amon Düül II,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.